We stepped out – Hank before myself, as I was still tied up in my anxieties. To occupy myself, I straightened my collar and double-knotted my laces.
Good Lord Above, I was already a sweaty mess! I was trying to look back at my life and my feeble accomplishments then and there, dead set on the seemingly inevitable demise that would befall both my brother and me. Hank came around to my side and stood beside me; I could not help but feel like he was disappointed in me. I stood bent over, eyes trying to focus on the details of his sneakers. He waited for what seemed like months before I sighed and stood up.
"Do you not want to do this?"
"No."
He waited momentarily, musing over the answer I gave. "Wait, does you saying 'no' mean you wanna go home? Cause if that's what you wanna do then-"
"No, Hank. I want to be here."
"Okay." He rested a hand on my shoulder. "If that's true, then we'll move at your pace." He turned, a gentle smile prying his lips, and he rests himself against the hood of the car.
We stood there side by side for hours... moreso it was only four solid minutes, but it very sincerely felt like a generation passed before we tried again. A smile never left his lips, and he kept his head to the sky. He mused over the stars and wonders of the unknown, and I wordlessly agreed with him. If we hade truly known what was to happen, I am positive that the conversation would have carried out longer.
